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Thursday, March 5, 2020 Shelton-Mason County Journal — Page 8-3 WEDNESDAY TODAY Girls basketball—Hardwood Classic, various SUNDAYMONDAY Boys basketball—Hardwood Classic, various sites, TBD No Events Scheduled No Events Scheduled sites, TBD Girls basketball—Hardwood Classic, various SATURDAY TUESDAY I The sports calendar is compiled by Sports sites, TBD Boys basketball—Hardwood Classic, various Boys golf— Shelton vs. Gig Harbor, Madrona Outdoors Editor Justin Johnson. Times, dates sites, TBD -Links, Gig Harbor, 2:45 p.m. and locations are subject to change. To submit an FRIDAY Girls basketball—Hardwood Classic, various Girls golf—Shelton vs. Gig Harbor, Madrona item for the calendar, please email information to Boys basketball—Hardwood Classic, various sites, TBD Links, Gig Harbor, 3:15 p.m. justin@masoncounty.com. sites, TBD ~ I “Climber champs ‘ The Shelton Climbers u10 youth baseball team, competed Feb. 21 -23 and won the Hub City Series indoor baseball tournament, going 4-0, beating teams from Seattle, Bellevue, Portland and Lake Stevens. It is the second year in a row the Climbers have won the tournament. The team competes Saturday and‘ Sunday in , Arizona. ‘ ‘The Climbers are: left to right, front row, Jacob Wells, Dalton McLean, Logan Dudley, Mason Ehler, Ryan Brady. Back row: Brody Depoe, Silas Hoff, Daniel Crossan, Kacin Arndt, Kingston Cahoon, Fletcher Henry, Levi Williams and Sharkey French. Courtesy photo Trail: Nothing comes close to the moments in nature continued from page“ B_2 cerning the missing man.) MEMORY TAKES FLIGHT There is rarely a time I do not come back from forests, fields or sea without a profound change and , sense of contact with a higher power. Forget pot,,pills and booze. Nothing comes close to the moments Mother Nature has given me, such as in a Potlatch private forest, standing up after cutting a mushroom to see a big—eyed doe and her fawn were placidly grazing barely 50 feet away, calmly watching me, feeding without fear, as thdugh we were in the same herd. Another time, while walking along the wide sandbars that line the South Fork Skokomish River near the confluence of Vance Creek, I came upon a seagull nested along the river bank. Instead of flying away, it watched me as I drew closer.- It was soon clear to me that the bird was injured and could not flee. , (This memory overcame me as I walked the forest road, and seemed to be related to my dilemma con- as \ On the day I encountered the seagull, I made a seat for myself on the stony shore and leaned over to place my hands atop the seagull’s back. Though I dare not touch the bird, after a fearful pause it al- lbwed me to place my palms just above its feathers, and, after I began to murmur soothing pet sounds, it relaxed, lowering its head and tucked it into its side. I felt an inner “call” to sit with this creature and pray for its Soul. A few minutes passed and it drew a series of sharp breaths, then spread its wings as its body shuddered. I held my hands there as we locked eyes, the dying gull looking deeply into me, as though across eternity. Wide, wide its wings spread, one more time, in triumph and flight, stretching from tip to tip, then shuddering, shimmering back down, it’s eye gone still, fading to opaque, and its spirit flown back to the far shores'of its beginning. PRAYER FOR THE POWERLESS So I have this seagull memory, right? And I get WAN“ rolled over by a wave of emotion and the next thing you know, a 60-something big, bearded mountain man with a daypack and a walking stick is sobbing in the” forest, stammering like a baby, asking god or whomever What the heck it all means. Guess what? The next thought that comes to me is the Serenity Prayer, the one that goes “god, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” And then I see it, a trail where there should be no trail. A good, wide, human-made trail going straight up the hill, with a pair of fresh boot tracks in the mud at the edge of the road. To be continued... I Mark Woytowich is a writer, photographer, video producer and author of “Where Waterfalls and Wild Things Are.” He lives in Potlatch with his “On the Trail” column appearing every other week in the Shelton-Mason County Journal. Reach him at eyefive@hctc.com. \\ so» \ a» v \ T0 N AT”LET'9.9!?.._..-....,....._, (..